"I'm fine, honestly." Holding onto that mask if her life depended on it.

Shaking her head, she smiled wryly. "The headache won't come till much later. I'm just foxed." Being polite about it. "Completely and utterly. Haven't been this bad since I was fourteen, can you imagine?" She picked her sewing again, the swan with no head.

The stitches were so little. How had on earth had she been managing that?